Dahlia moves behind Jason's back and unzips the backpack, to pull out the large scrapbook.
"Ok, I got it!" She opens it again to the first two pages, to look at the large picture and read the writing.
"D'you wanna see?" she asks Jason, and props it up on a table to look at it more closely. She's thankful that they are in a back room, away from the elevator and the madness going on down the hall.
Laraqua wrote:The book is a scrap book with scrawled photographs and penned handwriting.
The first two pages show some kind of building with roughly hewn walls, made of brown stone near the bottom, then the brown bled into red, and the red into a white clay material. Judging by the queer shape, it may well be a huge cavern, with wooden rafters poles and posts holding up the very high ceiling. The floor is covered in raked sand. There are three circular sections carved from the floor with large steps, much as a person might sit on - which make it appear quite uncomfortable to walk down - the coffee mug provides scale. A photograph taken closer to the wall shows a number of vague carvings. Another photograph taken by someone leaning down a ladder shows a square room filled with supplies.
The writing:
"This place is huge, absolutely massive, the scale of this large cavern is at least two football fields. I think it may be some sort of meeting area. There are trapdoors here and there that lead to supply rooms. Mostly food but sometimes religious paraphernalia. The entrance to this place is from the store room in the Accident & Emergency recovery lounge's store room. The air is extremely cold. It makes me wish I had a jumper. There is only one tunnel leading off from this, the rest seem to have been sealed up. The carvings appear to be quite ancient, I've seen similar carvings in Indigenous Africa where they had once been quite noticeable but wind and rain erosion had reduced their visibility dramatically. Only, there couldn't be wind or rain in here - and the erosion I've seen hints of appear to be water erosion, as though this place was once a lake."
Dahlia looks over the picture and furrows her brow.
"D'you think....that this might be where those people were trying to take the kids?" She points her finger to the picture, circling the enormity of the room. She continues in a whisper that could not possibly be overheard by anyone standing even a foot away.
"Oliver said the adults couldn't be trusted. He said they'd try to make sacrifices of the kids. But he said it wouldn't help. That's why I said none of the kids should be left alone with any of the adults. 'Cause we don't really know who we can trust, y'know?"She looks at Jason cautiously.
"But can I trust you, Jason? You're not really an adult....."